musts: πš–πš’πš- 𝚝𝚘 πš•πšŠπšπšŽ πŸ·πŸΏπšπš‘ πšŒπšŽπš—πšπšžπš›πš’. (𝟷𝟢𝟿 β€”)
fil meloches, vainik broches. ([personal profile] musts) wrote in [community profile] doings 2025-06-14 06:12 am (UTC)

( he shakes her hand. the deal is set. although he's little more than a bundle of lies tailored into the shape of a man, word with a civilian is law. he's bound to it. )

( he withdraws his hand. ) Jack. And I'll fetch you when I'm ready. ( no need for them to drag their belongings to the docks if he's not ready. ) You at the inn, right?

( obviously as there's no other place in the area for travelers to stay, unless they're willing to take their chances with sleeping out in the woods. dangerous since there have been a few instances of bandits harassing camps within the past couple of months. fortunately, no one has been killed, but the specter of the word "yet" seems to hang over each report of an attack, as if people are waiting for it. jack's been sleeping on his boat, using a piece of wood to create a flat surface and falling asleep to the gentle rocking of the waves. )

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